So went our boys when Edward Sixth, the King, <br />Chartered Christ's Hospital, and died. And so <br />Full fifteen generations in a string <br />Of heirs to his bequest have had to go. <br />Thus Camden showed, and Barnes, and Stillingfleet, <br />And Richardson, that bade our Lovelace be; <br />Thus to his Genevieve young S. T. C. <br />With thousands else that, wandering up and down, <br />Quaint, privileged, liked and reputed well, <br />Made the great School a part of London Town <br />Patent as Paul's and vital as Bow Bell: <br />The old School nearing exile, day by day, <br />To certain clay-lands somewhere Horsham way.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/london-types-bluecoat-boy/
